His eyes stole down to the workings of her buttocks as she lifted one leg and spun, and he was profoundly ashamed of the instincts which rose.
He was a rangy, large-boned man, young but not very, with slick blond hair, a narrow straight nose, and narrow straight lips. The seven-fifty had helped, but he was still in hot water. The water had cut a shallow channel across the road below, and somebody-merchants-had built a bridge.